This is a song about "Bees in da trap"

Got a nigga in her face just gassed

When ya first stabbed me in da past,

I'll make sure that you don't win like a mouse in a trap,

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Wear dem in da sand, wear dem in da snow,

Ok you think a nigga shallow

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

I'm moving in for the kill, and i've got the trap set,

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

They say no fighting in da club so i broght my matic

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Got ma head in da books

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

They're busy bees, sipping tea while chillin' in their silky sheets

So wtf, i’m enemy #1 in da pub

Had to d up like all in a titty cup